TRAGEDY
OR, THE MISSES AND THE MASSEUSE
BY THEODOSIA GARRISON
THE dame unto her masseuse spake,
With sad and downcast mien,
“Woe’s me that I have grown so stout,
Both up and down and all about:
I would be long and lean.”
“Dear Madam, on my guidance lean,
’T were mean to do you wrong;
Rely upon my means and taste,
And some day you shall have the waist,
The waist for which you long.”
She murmured “But it takes so long,
To get results—I mean.”
Oh, what a cruel waste is that
That makes a person short and fat
Who would be long and lean.
JUST as we were going to press with this page we were fortunate enough to discover another rymbel by Mr. Herford which, though it displays a note almost of inconstancy in his nature, is gladly published below.